Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Mi Casa Es Mi Pupuseria

Vini, Vidi, Pupusamaki!
[and, yes, I put Y to work. Sometimes one has to sing for their supper, and, other times, they have to help cook]

You Say "Papusas" I Say "Pupusas"

Either way, it's still slang for va-jay-jay in El Salvador (according to an El Salvadoran friend and Urban Dictionary).

Here's the pupusa recipe I'll be following this evening. Stay tuned for exciting photos and text!


Weekend Update: Day Late and Dollar Short Edition

What a weekend, kittens. What. A weekend. Here's the rundown:

Friday: After work, I met Kristen and Carolyn at Kristen's hotel for Happy Hour. Then, we walked to Banana Cafe for dinner. However, the wait was too long, so we ended up going to Belga Cafe a few blocks down. It was yummy (if a tad expensive). I had the Salade Roulade (heart of romaine with goat cheese, blue cheese and roasted tomatoes) and some sort of onion tart thing. For dessert, I had the Belgian waffles, which were disappointing - slightly underdone and the chocolate sauce was too tangy (it had raspberry something in it).

After dinner, I headed home. I was in the shower when Y came over. We tried to set up my internet, but kept having issues. A long and confusing call to India resolved nothing, so we went to bed ... *heh*

Saturday morning, I thought we were going to see The Arab-Israeli Cookbook; however, I had the date wrong. It was on Sunday. Oops. Y and I "lounged around." Later, I called India again, and, this time, got someone more understandable who explained the situation. Apparently, I had agreed to having a technician come to my home on Monday sometime between 8AM and 5PM [how's that for a window?]. I asked if I could have a more precise time only to be told that was impossible. Gah.

Y and I had scones and coffee for breakfast, and then headed to College Perk to hang out for a bit. We ended up back at his house just blobbing around. I took a short (3 hours! oops!) nap. When I woke up, Y needed a study break ... so we ... um ... "broke." Then, at around 9:30, Kristen and Carolyn called with an invitation to go roller skating. In Towson (north of Baltimore). Y couldn't go, but I decided, "What the hell. It could be fun."

They picked me up around 11. We got there just before midnight-ish. $6.50 including skate rental. It was so 80s and fun. Just like being back in Junior High only without the weird social awkwardness. We skated until about 2 and headed home. I was in bed a little after 3.


Sunday, I met Y at Busboys and Poets (on V and 14th) to see The Arab-Israeli Cookbook, a reading of the experiences of Israelis and Palestinians in Israel, centered around food preparation. I was a bit surprised when we were informed that it would be two hours long. Most other Fringe Festival offerings ran about 30-50 minutes. Obviously, we wouldn't make brunch with Kristen and Carolyn, who had made 1:30 reservations. An hour and 45 minutes later, we left at intermission. The reading was interesting, but too long. It could definitely use some editing. Y lost interest after about an hour and started surfing the web on his phone.

Since we missed the brunch reservation, Y and I ate lunch at Chinatown Express. Then, met Kristen, Carolyn, and Mike at the theater to see Harry Potter 5. Which was very good - although not as good as the book. I think the director/writers did a good job getting to the meat of the story though. A lot of interesting details and side plots were lost though. As Kristen said, "Where's the Quidditch?"

After the movie, Y and I headed back to my place for a little fun. He decided to meet an ex at Cobalt, so I had to make sure he would be too tired to get into any trouble. He was ;-)

Monday, I had to take the day off to wait for the Verizon technician. I called in the morning to see if I could get a more precise window. I couldn't. I called at noon and was given a longer window (8AM to 7PM). I sputtered. The guy on the phone said he would tell the technician to arrive sooner if he could.

The tech arrived at 4. I had internet by 5. Life is good.

Unfortunately, because I had to spend the entire day at home, I didn't get to the store to buy the ingredients for my Meat-Free Monday Cooking Adventure. Thus, I hereby proclaim today, Meat-Free Tuesday. I am going to attempt to make pupusas tonight.

Wish me luck.

Monday, July 30, 2007

We Have Da Intarnexts!!!11eleven

Blogging from home on my own innarnextes connection, kittens!
And having a martini!


[the Verizon guy arrived at 4PM. He wasn't hot ... *sigh*]

Waiting for Godot

At home. Waiting for the Verizon technician. I was giving the amazingly precise window of "between 8AM and 5PM."

I called at 1 for something a little more definite and was told "I'll put a note to try to arrive around 2 ... but it might not be until 7."


He had better be hot.

Saturday, July 28, 2007


Still no intarnexts at home.
Verizon tech is coming out Monday (must take the day off) to see if he can fix it.
forkity forkity fork fork.

Friday, July 27, 2007

The Simpsooooooooons

I *so* want to see the movie, but I think I'll wait a few weeks for the madness to die down. In the meantime, here is my Simpsons Avatar. You can make yours at the Simpsons website.

Good news, people! Verizon called earlier this morning and my Intartubez is all ready to be hooked up. If all goes according to plan (and how often does that actually happen?), I should be surfing the Wireless Wonderland tonight.

Cross your fingers and look for me on AIM this weekend and we can chat about all the goodness in the world. Or just bitch about life. I'm OK with either.


Meanwhile ...

Last night, I had a mini-gathering with some of my neighbors, New Upstairs Neighbor, Diagonally Upstairs Neighbor, and Across the Way Neighbor [NUN, DUN, and AWN?]. We ate cheese and crackers and chips and salsa and hummus and pita and drank Tom Collinses and talked and gossiped and had a good time. Y joined us later.

I like my neighbors. And I like where I live. And it's times like last night when I think, "y'know, I'm really happy with my life" and just thinking that makes me feel all warm and gooey inside. I guess we are all warm and gooey inside, what with all that blood and soft tissue, so I guess I feel warmer and gooeyer than usual.

After the guests left, Y and I went to bed and had much fun sex. Aaaaah. Have I mentioned lately that I am liking him a lot? If not, I am.

As for my exciting weekend plans, after work today, I'm meeting Kristen and Carolyn near the Navy Yard for happy hour. Then, we are going to dinner somewhere near Barracks Row. I am hoping for Banana Cafe. I haven't been there in ages. Today is also Darryl's birthday, but I haven't heard anything about a party or gathering. I guess he is either not having one or I'm not invited. *sigh* Yet another friend who seems to have erased me from his life.

Y is attending some school party in Silver Spring tonight, so we're rendezvousing back at my place this evening. I have given him my spare keys in case he gets there before I do. Hm. I've given him my spare keys. It doesn't seem like a big deal ... but I don't think I ever gave the Cheating Cheater my spare keys. No. I did once, about a month before we broke up, so he could check on Isabella while I was out of town one weekend.

Anyway, on Saturday, we are going to another Fringe Festival production, The Arab-Israeli Cookbook. This one's free. Yay. Then, on Sunday, I'll be meeting Kristen and Carolyn and Tina for a Harry Potter 5 matinee. I think we'll go out to dinner afterwards. Maybe to Jaleo! Mmm. Jaleo!

And that's most of the news that's fit to print. More later. *smooch*

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Yet Another Installment of ...

VUBOQ Polls the People ...

Create polls and vote for free. dPolls.com

[Poll inspired by IM Chat with Jake]

Here's a little bonus. I simpsonized myself (cute, huh?):

Because I Don't Blog Enough About Booze ...

Last night, after washing, drying, folding, and putting away two loads of laundry,
AND making my bed,
AND vaccuuming almost the entire rug in the living room (which is an astonishingly huge 5'x8'), Tomoko came down for cheese/crackers and Tom Collinses. Mmm. Tom Collins. My new boyfriend.

Prior to my evening of housework, because I was out of gin (well, I still have the super-special Made in Ann Arbor small-batch distilled Leopold's gin, but that is *only* for super-special occasions, like ... um ... I'm Out of Money to Buy More Gin Day or I Planted a Gabillion Chili Pepper Plants and Every Single One of Them Has Died Day (which just so happens to be right around the corner) or even I've Been Dating Y for 3 Months Today Day (August 15th, which *is* right around the corner, practically)), I stopped by the likker store on the way home. I bought gin and vodka.

I want to make more delicious infused vodka. However, and this is where reader participation comes in, I can't decide what to infuse it with ...

Mike has this idea about rosemary-infused vodka ... but, that sounds a little gross. He can try that one.

I was thinking maybe cinnamon? Cinnamon and clove? Cinnamon and apple?
Bleu Cheese?
Mango and bleu cheese? [Ew]

Seriously, I need some suggestions. AND, if I pick your suggestion, I might share some with you. If it turns out nasty, I might give you all of it.

In other exciting news, Haagen-Daz is on special at Whole Foods - 2 for $6! *woot* That makes me happy. I brought my cute, new insulated Whole Foods bag to work today so I can stock up on frozen treats. Ice cream! Veggie burgers! Mmmmm ....

[Veggie Burger Infused Vodka?]

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Hogwarts Homosexuality Shocker!

I have just made a shocking realization:

Not one of the teachers mentioned in the *entire* Harry Potter series was married! Not a one. My new theory is that the Ministry of Magic punished teh Gayz by sending them to remote/isolated schools to teach. Thus, removing them from greater society ...

... But giving them a freakish amount of control over future generations [Hey, no one ever said the Ministry of Magic comes up with *good* ideas].

No wonder Snape had such a fascination with Harry.

Two Things VUBOQs Hate

1. Being out of gin (except for the super-special small batch Leopold's gin purchased in lovely Ann Arbor, which is only for super-special occasions and "woo hoo it's Tuesday" doesn't really count as special). Seems like a trip to the likker store is in order.

2. Fishing the last few potato chips from the bottom of the big bag (but VUBOQs do this because they are craving potato chips).

In other news ...

Here's an excerpt from my IM conversation with Y this morning. I thought it was funny:

Y: sorry i missed ur call last night
VUBOQ: that's ok.
Y: i left my phone on vibrate , and forgot to sit on it
VUBOQ: i just cried myself to sleep b/c i couldn't talk to you before bed
Y: u sure ur not jewish??

*yawn* I could use a nap.

I Sound My Barbaric Yawp

Back in those heady days of diary-x, I posted a poem I wrote. I can't remember it exactly, and I spent a good part of this morning looking for another copy. Alas, it seems to have been disappeared. Perhaps, that is for the best.

The gist of the poem was that throughout my life I've felt the need to start anew, to shed my skin and move on - meeting new people, trying new things, new places. As I reflected on the events of this year thus far, I'm beginning to feel like, not the shiny, new person, but the cast-off skin. It's an interesting sensation, one that I'm not accustomed to feeling. I spent a good portion of last night trying to figure out how to remedy it. I'm still drawing a blank.

But, I now know that booze isn't the answer ;-)

[I kid, I only had one drink last night.]

I am wondering though if standing in the middle of Sligo Creek Park and sounding my barbaric yawp would help. [Cue Ethan Hawke]

Anyway, in more interesting (?) -or at least, (slightly) less self-involved, news, I watched Kingdom of Heaven last night. I can't say I'd recommend it. It wasn't a *bad* movie, per se. However, I never felt engaged. Throughout the film, I never felt an emotional connection to any of the characters. It was odd ... because usually, even bad films, suck me in and make me feel involved.

I also started knitting another hat (not for a contest though. Sorry, kittens).

And I made dinner: angel hair pasta tossed with arugula pesto and topped with sauteed squash. The squash was from my fabulous diagonally upstairs neighbor's garden and was yummy. Also, it was shaped like a UFO, which was v. cool.

Oh, and *big smooches* to GayProf for giving this blog his much-coveted Magical Seal of Approval.

In that entry he also discuses his Top 4 Ideal Cities to Live In. Since my feet have been feeling a little itchy lately, I've been thinking about cities where I would like to live [Other than here of course]:

Portland, OR.
Seattle, WA.
Chicago, IL.
Philadelphia, PA.

I would also like to live in the Southwest (New Mexico or Arizona), but the environmentalist in me has concerns about water scarcity and the environmental impact of increasing populations in desert ecosystems.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

I Feel Naked

Sunday, my jade bi (pictured), which I have worn almost continuously [the cord has broken twice] since I bought it in China in 1999, came untied as I was standing in my living room talking to Y. The cord, which broke a few months ago, is too short to re-tie.

I don't have any longer lengths, so I am not wearing my bi until I can buy more cord (possibly this weekend). It feels weird not having it around my neck.

I need to figure out a way to tie that puppy so it won't come untied or break again. Does anyone have any ideas? Special cord to buy? A different way to tie it?

At the party on Saturday, one of the guests noticed and complimented it. Before I could say anything, his drunk and annoying boyfriend jumped in and said, "Oh, yes. That's beautiful glass."

I coughed and said (to the non-drunk non-annoying one), "It's actually jade." Then, I told him about living in China and buying it.

Funny that it would fall off the day after I was telling someone about it.

It Was Like Date Night or Something

I left work late yesterday, because our IT guy asked me to reboot our phone system. Five minutes after rebooting, when the phones were supposed to be all fine and dandy, every warning light/alarm on the server was blinking red and rapidly. Hm. Perhaps I did something wrong?

I called the IT guy. While we were on the phone, God Himself came down from the Heavens, touched the server, and Ka-POW! it was fixed. I ran home to pack an overnight bag and feed/water the Psychokitty.

I managed to get to the metro station at 6 and there was a train waiting. And waiting. And waiting. And waiting. And waiting. Finally, it departed and I managed to only be 15 minutes late. Fortunately, Y is always late. So, I got there before he did. I am trying to overcome my need for punctuality in a partner. It seems I will never find such a person, so I might as well make do. Just as I eventually learned that John's "I'm leaving the house now" actually meant "I'm thinking of leaving the house now, but really will be leaving in about 30-45 minutes," I will learn Y's time-definitions as well.

Anyway, we went to the Capital Fringe Festival's Cautionary Tales for Adults and the Adventures of Trixie Tickles:

Two mini-musicals with songs ranging from smoky cabaret to frothy pop. First, an unhinged librarian teaches several unsuspecting adults about the injustices of life. Next, a high-strung children's TV star learns valuable lessons of her own like, "being pretty is all that matters". Deliciously inappropriate and filled with guilty pleasures.

The music was fun; the lyrics were clever and, sometimes raunchy. The vocal abilities of the 5 players ranged from mediocre to meteoric. I laughed a lot and had a good time, but, after it all ended, I was left thinking "What was the point?" Not that there's anything wrong with a cotton candy mini-musical, but I had different expectations for a cotton candy mini-musical staged as part of a fringe festival. I expected something edgy, something that would keep my mind working long after the play ends. This didn't. Sure, having an adult playing a 5-year-old child sing "Don't be a mother-fucking cocksucker" is shocking, but *meh* South Park already broke that ground with "Uncle Fucker." So, like I said, fun, but -personally- I'd go spend my $15 on a ticket to something else. Maybe Faggot, which the WaPo reviewed:

This 35 -minute piece is clearly developmental -- a worthy function of the Fringe -- as local actor Sheldon A. Scott creates a handful of monologues around gay men in therapy (at least one court-ordered) ... The show sometimes feels contrived in its setup and stereotypical in its characters, but Scott does have a nose for the dramatic and an ear for speech. As much as anything, it's hampered by the ungainly pauses in Scott's hesitant performance.

After the play ended, Y and I walked down to Logan Tavern for dinner. Lo and behold, they had some new items on their menu! I had the vegetarian cheese tortellini in tomato cream sauce. Yummy. Y had some sort of dead cow, BUT it came with potatoes mashed with goat cheese [and they were amazing!]. LT also started (or have started since I was there last) selling wine by the Glass & a Half, which was the perfect amount for two to share (if one of the two is driving and the other of the two is not a raging alcoholic) ...

So maybe it wasn't *that* perfect.

We drove back to Y's house and went to bed. Fun times. Fun times.

I think it's going to be a busy rest of the week/weekend. My friend, Kristen, is in town from Washington for two weeks to train her replacement. I think we'll be doing happy hour on Friday and then a Harry Potter 5 matinee followed by dinner at Jaleo on Sunday. Plus, she wants to do Screen on the Green on Monday [1967's Wait Until Dark is playing]. Saturday, Y and I want to go see the Fringe Festival's The Arab-Israeli Cookbook. I think I'm going to need a week to recover.

Monday, July 23, 2007

I Can Has Tagburger

Sin has tagged me. Woo hoo! A meme! Fortunately, I have nothing better to do this afternoon ... So here goes ...
The rules are as follows:
-each player lists 8 facts about themselves
-the rules of the game appear before the facts do
-the player ends by tagging 8 people, which means listing their names and then going to their blogs to tell them that they’ve been tagged, then going back and commenting on their lists.

1. Contrary to word on the street, I have only awakened in a pool of my own vomit once, which was in my crazy heavy drinking college days and involved way too much EverClear. Shots of it. If the pictures my roommate took ever surface, I will deny it's me. All those *other* pools of vomit were someone else's I'm sure.

2. I am not bulimic. I don't binge.

3. I have primed tobacco once in my life. And never again. Seriously. Never. Again.

4. It took me approximately 7 hours to read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

5. When I was a child, I had very strawberry red hair. As I got older, it became darker and darker. Then, suddenly, one day, it magically turned blond! *woot* And blonds do have more fun.

6. The first man with whom I had "sexual relations" was almost 18 years older than I. I will be his age in a few years, and the thought of having sex with someone that young completely gives me the creeps.

7. I can't decide if I want to take another writing workshop in the Fall ~or~ a pottery class. DILEMMA! I can't afford both. *sniff*

8. I still can't decide what color I want to paint my spare bedroom cum office. I need someone to come make the decision for me. And do all the work. kthx.

9. I don't always play by the rules. If you'd like to do this, consider yourself tagged.

Weekend Update: Now Even Updatier Edition

Here're are a few pics and thoughts to fill in the blanks from my post yesterday.

This is Friday around midnight:30, outside the Borders ... waiting waiting waiting to buy Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows:
Harry Potter LineGigantic Zit from HellHarry Potter Line

And, here's a photo Y took of Tomokito and me at Joey's birthday party. My shirt, by the way, was older than the birthday boy:

Fun party. Met some very nice people. I also met 2 of Y's recent exes. One was funny and personable. The other? *meh* As Y told me later, "the only thing he asked me about you was 'Is his c**k bigger than mine?'" Apparently someone has a little [*heh* "little"] size inferiority complex. Y said he responded, "Of course."

I think I was looking pretty good for someone functioning on about 4 hours of sleep. As one of my college friends used to say, "If alcohol is a depressant, why do I feel so happy?"

I'm not sure what time we got home, but I think Y and I crashed around 2AM. We were up at about 9 the next morning. After some ... um ... fun, I made coffee and a yummy breakfast: eggs scrambled with cheddar cheese, corn, spinach, and fried corn tortilla bits and toast wedges with arugula pesto.

We fooled around a bit more, cleaned up and went to the coffee shop in College Park (see previous post). After leaving the coffee shop, we went to a Vietnamese restaurant for pho. It was yummy. Mmm.

Then, we stopped by Ikea for a few things and headed back to Y's place ... where I promptly fell asleep. When I got up, Y was working, so I decided it was best to head home. I don't think he was too pleased with that decision, but -I dunno- I guess I was feeling a bit too much togetherness.

On the way home, I picked up some take-out Chinese (woo hoo!) and called a bunch of friends. Good times.

Tonight, Y and I are going to see Cautionary Tales for Adults and the Many Adventures of Trixie Tickles, two mini-musicals which are part of the Capitol Fringe Festival. We'll probably go out to dinner afterwards, and then end up back at his place. I'm guessing ...

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Vuboq Potter and the Deathly All Night Reading Session

Happy Sunday, Kittens! Just checking in from a coffeehouse in College Park. I'm hanging out here with Y ... *woot* ... and by "hanging out" I mean "pretty much ignoring each other and doing our own thing." I'm about to crack open one of my short stories and do a little typetytypetyping on it. Fun times.

Anyway, I finished Harry Potter 7 yesterday afternoon around 2, after an all night/all morning reading session. And, OMGWTFBBQ!!!111oneuno, it was forking awesome! My initial impression is that it's probably the best of the seven books. Everything was tied up neatly with a bow on top. Quite lovely. I laughed. I cried. I laughed while crying ("Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion" - name that quote moviebitches!). Such a satisfying read. I promise not to give away any plot points for those of you who haven't read it. Email or IM me if you want to chat about it!

I'll update you on all the other weekend adventures tomorrow (party! booze! sex!).

'Til then, big hugs and *smooches*

Friday, July 20, 2007

Congratulations, Citizen-Erazed!

You are the proud owner of a new hat! Hope you like it!


Email me [environy(at)gmail(dot)com] your mailing address and I'll send it to you ASAP!

*BIG BIG HUGS* to everyone who left comments this week!

And, stay tuned, I'm rapidly eventually approaching 50K page views, so there very well could be another contest in the near future!

More knitterly goodness, perhaps???

You Got to Wake Up Early in the Morning

OMG. And I do. Even without the alarm, I was up at 7:12. Of course, I went back to bed for a long snuggle with Y.

Anyway, last night, Y came over around 8ish. I made a -if I do say so myself- fantastic dinner:

Angel hair pasta with sauteed garden-fresh [from the garden of Broccoli Rob] yellow squash and thyme in alfredo sauce (which was store bought. I just couldn't bring myself to try to make my own), topped with toasted pine nuts, and

Spinach, arugula, and tomato salad with a parmesan vinegrette.

Yeah. It was delicious. I rock. Everyone should want me for their boyfriend (yet, surprisingly so few people do).

After dinner, we took a shower, messed around for a bit, and I went to bed. Y stayed up to do some writing.

This morning, we messed around some [OK, a lot] more, showered, and had a light breakfast of blueberries, yogurt and granola and coffee.

So well-fucked and happy :-)

Y left around 10:30. I walked up to Downtown Silver Spring half an hour later. I stopped by the Borders to see about getting a number for the midnight sale tonight of HP7. The line was past the DSW. I was feeling very anti-line, so I decided to skip it. I will stop by the Borders after work to see if they are still assigning numbers. If not, I still may run by tonight at midnight to experience some of the fun. Or, I'll get up early tomorrow morning to buy my book.

I'll pretty much be reading all day tomorrow (or all night tonight). My only other exciting weekend plan is to go to Joey's (of Ray and Joey) birthday party in Virginia. No plans for Sunday, but brunch might be nice. Or just staying at home relaxing. I'm good with either option.

Oh. And my Verizon DSL stuff arrived yesterday. But, my phone line won't be activated until next Friday. The waiting! The horrible waiting!

Don't forget today is the last day to leave a comment and be entered in the contest! You could win a hat! A HAT, people! How awesome is that? The contest ends at 5PM. I'll draw a name this evening, I think.

As an extra bonus, the first person who leaves the correct name of the song and artist of the lyric I used as a title for this post in the comments will get an extra two entries in the contest!

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Let a Hundred Flowers Bloom

Let the hundred schools of thought comment.

Friendly reminder (and chaos preventative measure):

1. The fun comment contest ends tomorrow at 5PM EST.


B. I will not be coming to work tomorrow until after noon. Please do not panic if you don't see a morning post. I will fill you in on all the naughty goodness in the afternoon.


A Prescriptivist Approach to Life

This is what happens when someone dates a linguist. After ranting about the travesty of spelling that some environmental groups are inflicting on the children of the world (Won't someone think of the children?), Y declared that I am a prescriptivist.

And I agree. I do believe in the rules of language and spelling. I'm not entirely averse to those rules changing and modifying to adapt to an evolving culture, but come on environmental groups. DaVersity? DAversity?

Are you trying to KILL me?

My impending death by misspelling travesty aside, I wonder if my prescriptivist nature transcends language and influences my daily life. The simple answer would be "yes." The more complex answer would be "um. I'll have to get back to you on this later."

And that's what I'm going to do.

The absolutely silly thing about this post is that I got to thinking about this after reading a post on Joe.My.God. I don't usually read his blog, being that it's blocked by my company's Evil Firewall of Doom and I do most of my blog-reading here in the comfort of my cubicle.

However, last night, the Wireless Internet Gods were smiling down upon me and I had a fairly strong "borrowed" signal. I clicked through and was reading some post where JMG was responding to some other guy's post about some other [gay] guys who adopted a child.

The adoption was referred to, quite condescendingly (IMHO), as heteronormative. And, thus, my little brain started whirring. Is there homonormative behavior? And what would that be? Random sex in dark alleys with strangers? Lisping? Interior decorating? Perpetuating junior high drama well into middle age?

[Aside: I looked up the definitions of skim and scan because I can never remember which one means to read over quickly versus to read thoroughly. This has always caused much confusion and consternation. And it would seem that at some point in my education, I was misled. According to Merriam-Webster, scan can mean either "to investigate thoroughly by checking point by point and often repeatedly" or "to glance from point to point of often hastily, casually, or in search of a particular item." Whereas, skim means "to read, study, or examine superficially and rapidly; especially: to glance through (as a book) for the chief ideas or the plot." Which raises an interesting, and not entirely unrelated, point, apparently the superfab cuz let slip last night a small secret to the Most Desirable Man on the Blogosphere: We sometimes have been known to read the dictionary to each other over the phone. Srsly, where else would one learn that the plural of clitoris is clitorides?]

OK. I've now completely forgotten my point ... if I ever had one in the first place.

So ... don't forget to leave a comment or two for the contest [Contest ends tomorrow! at 5PM (EST)!], in which you can win A HAT (*woot*).

Speaking of which, Tornwordo asked how many hours it took to make. Unfortunately, I don't know. I would guess about 10? Probably less. If I knit every day, I can turn out one of these hats in about a week.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Weird Times, Kittens

First, thanks for all the comments yesterday. They made me laugh this morning. And laughs have not been coming frequently enough for me these past few weeks. It's been a weird summer so far - filled not only with some absolutely amazing times, but also with some times of frustration and angst and sadness and the feeling of not really knowing what to do to make it better. *bleah*

Now, on with the show ...
Here is a photo I took yesterday evening as I was settling down for a comfortable night of movie-watching. The glowing drink is my lemon ginger vodka cocktail (lgv, blob of honey, splash of seltzer, lime garnish). You can also see that I haven't killed my (indoor) chili pepper plant yet. *woot*

The pottery calla lily oil lamp is from the town in NC where my parents live. I thought it was cute so I bought it. Of course, Mom, bless her, thinking I was attracted to the green glaze, began buying other pieces of pottery with that glaze. I explained I only liked the green glaze on this lamp, because it made it more plant-like. Now, she buys me serving pieces with a lovely blue and white glaze. Much. Better.

Lessee ... I *still* don't have internet at home. The RCN technician came by around 3:30, took one look at my apartment, and said, "This building isn't wired for RCN," and left. WtF? So, I called Verizon, and I'm getting hooked up with them in a few weeks. GAH! Vuboq is very frustrated with this whole innarnext business. I have ordered service, now, from Verizon (even though some people think it sux donkey dick), but I have no other cheap options. Verizon is only $14.99/month ... and I don't need to activate a home phone number.

Anyway, I watched Doctor Zhivago last night. And, WOW. What a great film. 200 minutes. Sprawling. Epic. No resolution for the main characters. I'm wondering if it could be the greatest gay film ever made.

But, VUBOQ, you say, none of the storylines were gay. Mm-hm. Didn't you notice how the film glossed over the lesbionic luv between Tonya and Lara? Mm. Hm. What were they doing all that time Yuri was conscripted by the Partisans? Hot Lesbo Sex! That's what! I'm sure there were other gay subtexts [Did you see how Yuri looked at Viktor? With burning manpassion!], but I would need another viewing or two to ferret them out.

And that was my evening ...

Oh. Here's a little poll question:

Who fakes a better heart attack?

A. Omar Sharif as Yuri Zhivago in Doctor Zhivago, or
B. Shelley Winters as Belle Rosen in The Poseidon Adventure

Vuboq is having a difficult deciding, but is leaning towards Ms. Winters.
OK. I guess I'm done. Don't forget to leave many comments for the contest (it ends on Friday!).

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

OK. I Get It.

Yes, I see you out there. Reading my blog. And not leaving comments.
Not telling me how much you love and admire me.
I see you clickyclicketyclickclicking on my fun links.
And reading other people's comments.

So I thought I'd have a little contest to encourage people to leave as many comments as humanly possible.

And what happens?

Nothing. That's what.

Well, ok. Not "nothing" per se, but there has not been the expected EXPLOSION of comments. It's been more like a small gurgle.

Is it the prize? Is that the problem? You looked at the VERY CUTE hat and decided you HATED IT?

Well, too bad. I don't care if you hate the prize. One of you lucky kittens is going to win it if it's the LAST THING I DO!

[and, no, it's not going to be the last thing I do]
[well, at least I hope it won't be]

I'm leaving at 2:30 today to get the Intarnest connected. I fully expect a BOATLOAD of comments when I check back here tomorrow.

or else.

Meat-Free Monday: Sex Over Food Edition

Yeah, so, I didn't cook last night. Y called at about 3:30 to see if I could come over either tonight or tomorrow. Since I'm having internet connected tonight, I went over there last night. I did a few things at home -strained the lemon ginger infused vodka, fed and watered the kitty, packed an over night bag, and ate leftover rice and beans. Then, I headed over to Y's.

We messed around a bit. He did some more school work. Then, we ate a late, light dinner of cheese and crackers and salad, accompanied by a delicious lemon ginger vodka cocktail (*rowr*).

Then, we had teh buttsecks. And lots of it. *aaaah*

I feel so much less stressed out now. Although I do have some lingering concerns [not about Y] that I will have to deal with eventually.

Not much on the agenda today other than INTRANEST! *WOOT* Them bitches better come today or I willz be pissed ... er ... pissedER.

I may cook something special tonight or tomorrow, which I will use as my Meat-Free "Monday" post. Don't forget the CONTEST, and if you post a comment about your Meat-Free meal last night, it counts TWICE! *woot*

Monday, July 16, 2007

Afternoon Query

Y posed an interesting question the other day, which I will now put forward here in an effort to get all of you to leave lots and lots and lots of comments!

So ...

You have a friend in his mid-thirties/early forties who recently came out. He's interested in seeing some gay films, but is completely unfamiliar with the genre. What are the first two films you would recommend he watch?

I will tell you my two choices in the comment section. [And while you're there, why don't you leave your own comment?]

In other news, my ginger/lemon infused vodka should be ready today! *woot*
Does anyone have suggestions for an appropriate mixer? I was thinking soda water. Or maybe just on the rocks with a dollop of honey?

Yukata! Yukata!

Steve emailed le photos. Here is one of Tomoko and me:

Extreme Close-up!

You may now comment [contest, kittens] on how cute I am.
[You also have permission to say that Tomoko is cute, too. I won't be insulted.]

Weekend Update: Hungover and Alone Edition

So, kittens, it has come to this. Life is an odd balance and my juggling skills aren't what they used to be. And, sometimes, like ... now, I want to throw all those stupid balls in the air and walk away. But I think I'm too lazy to do that. Or too comfortable with inertia. Or something.

I suppose I'll eventually figure out what to do. And, then, maybe I'll stop being so damn cryptic. Or not. Whatever. On with the weekend ...

Friday was a halfday for me. I had an appointment with RCN to come install (hookup?) my new internet connection! The technician was scheduled to arrive sometime between 2 and 5PM. I waited and waited and waited and waited.

And waited some more.

Until at 5:30, I looked up RCN's phone number and called.

Me: Hi. I've been waiting all afternoon for the RCN technician to arrive.
Jerry, the Helpful RCN Sales Rep: Let me check our system.
JtHRSR: Yes. We have that he was there between 2 and 5.
Me: Um. If he came by, why am I calling you?
JtHRSR: Ah. Um. Hm.
JtHRSR: Yes. Our system says he came by at 4:14.
Me: Like I said before, if he came by, why am I on the phone with you? He didn't come by. I don't have internet. And I'm not very happy.
JtHRSR: I'm sorry. The only thing I can do is schedule another appointment.
Me: Do you have anything available tomorrow?
JtHRSR: No. The next available time we have is on the 17th.
Me: TUESDAY?!?! I'm going to have to wait until Tuesday?
JtHRSR: I'm sorry. There aren't any earlier times.
Me: Fine. Put me down in the 5 to 8PM slot. Please. And if I can find another company to come out sooner. I will call to cancel.

So, I will not be having internet until Tuesday now. Grrr.

After the call ended, I got ready to head over to Mike's for movies and pizza. On the way, I called Y and vented. A lot. Finally, he was all "um. I'm picking up my Dad. I'll call you later." Yeah. OK. Whatever.

Saturday, I did lots of running around. I had to pick up Tomoko and Emiliano's housewarming present. And do a little grocery shopping.

Then, I went home and relaxed until the Housewarming Party. I did wear my yukata. Some pictures were taken. Once I get copies, I will post them. Trust me, I looked very cute. Really.

Sunday, I was *very* hungover. Not sick or headachy, just lethargic. I didn't do much of anything other than blob around the house feeling sad and alone. I don't even know when Y is supposed to get back from NYC. Maybe today? I could've used a hug.

ANYWAY, I'll try not to be so mopey today. I'm going to order some yarn from here and here. I want to knit a few things for some friends. Speaking of knitting, don't forget about the CONTEST. Leave a comment and [maybe] win a HAT!

Also, since today is Meat-Free Monday, any comment today or tomorrow detailing your delicious (or not so delicious) meat-free meal will count twice!

Addendum: I was going to email this to Bala Wala Shi, but thought that the rest of you might benefit from the information as well. She asked why I don't eat fish (or something to that effect).

I am vegetarian for environmental reasons. Some fish populations are not in danger of collapsing or are raised/caught sustainably. Visit this site for some handy guides. I find it too difficult to keep track. Wild salmon is OK. Farmed salmon is bad. Gah. Would a restaurant even know if the salmon they are serving is wild or farmed? It's much less of a headache for me to choose not to eat fish.

For a good book on the topic, one of my professors recommends this one: Song for the Blue Ocean by Carl Safina. I haven't read it, but my professor said that it was the book that convinced her to stop eating fish.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

The Quick Saturday Almost Evening Post

I'm supposed to have my own Intranest connection now. Needless to say, and to make a long story (which will be expanded on Monday short, I don't. Vuboq is *so* not happy with RCN.

I went to Mike's last night for pizza and movies. I have really been craving pizza lately, so I ate too much and my stomach hurt all night. *whine* *moan*

I feel better today.

Tonight is Tomoko and Emiliano's housewarming party. I will be wearing the yukata (men's summer robe) I had made when I lived in Japan. I haven't worn it since I came back to the US, other than to show my family. I'll try to remember to take pictures. It's cute, if a little old man-ish. meaning ... I guess, that most young men don't rush out to have their own yukata made. And maybe the pattern is a bit mature, as well. Whatever. Cute. And I like it. So there.

I think I'm going to spend the rest of the afternoon/evening, watching old movies and drinking a Tom Collins. *mmm*

Don't forget the CONTEST. Leave many comments, kittens. *smooch*

Friday, July 13, 2007

Comments Validate My Existence

Kittens, in honor of my 39, 189th site visitor, Vuboq declares,

It's time for a CONTEST!!!

[and there was much rejoicing. *yay*]

Here's the deal: For every comment you leave from now until 5PM next Friday, July 20th, you will be entered one time in a very special draring.

But, wait! There's more! First time commenters (and you know who you are) will be entered THREE times for their first comment (and once only for each following comment ... )!

BUT THAT'S NOT ALL!!! Leave a comment on Monday or Tuesday detailing your delicious (or not-so delicious) Meat-Free Monday Meal and you will be entered TWICE for that comment!!!


And I hear the chorus of voices asking, "Win what, VUBOQ? What will we win?"

Oh, it is a very special prize indeed. One finished only last night...

A handknit HAT!!!

"But, VUBOQ," you whine. "That's not very special."

Au contraire, mon fraire. Not only is this a super-duper handknit VUBOQ hat,

BUT! It is also made from leftover yarn from the Never-Ending Sweater of DOOM!!!!

Cranberry Sunshine Goodness!


Just in time for August, you will be able to look (almost) as cute as THIS:


Comment now. Comment OFTEN!

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Just in Case ...

Have I mentioned lately how much I luvluvluv Green&Black's Organic Chocolate?
If not, I do.
I luvluvluv it.
I have been devouring the Espresso Bar today.
There is a Ginger (my favorite!) one waiting for me at home.

And, what's this?

Green&Black's ICE CREAM?!?!?!
Must. Try. To. Resist.

Fun with Missed Connections

MC w/ cool gay guys. Good-bye DC! - m4m - 31
I tried to like DC. I really did. I've been here for the past 18 months on a temporary work assignment and I thought I could make the best of it.

Damn, I was wrong.

Anyone who doubts DC is still a small town should took a good look at its gay scene. JR's is laughable. Each time I went there I felt like I was amongst a sea of farm boys disguised as collar-popping prepsters. Cobalt has the ambiance of a club in Des Moines and Apex feels like a gay junior high school prom on crack. And Duplex Diner? Yikes! Is there really a need to wear your work badge at 10 p.m. at night? Oh right, of course there is! How else are we going to know to ask you about your low-paying government job?!

It's not just the bars/clubs, either. Parties, coffee shops, restaurants, galleries, museums- they're all a snooze. Quite frankly, this city is full of homos from small towns who somehow think their paper-pushing jobs have elevated them above the mere mortals.

Oh and this city is so damn racially segregated. That has really pissed me off…and I’m white!

Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating a bit. I did meet a great group of friends that I hope to stay in touch with forever and I've had a healthy dating life here.

But 9 out of the 10 gay guys here have the personality of a box of rocks. You guys need to get your acts together. Seriously.

Good bye, DC. You suck. I can’t wait to get back to NYC.

Fun responses:

MC with gay guys
I'm sorry you've had a rough time in Gayville, DC. At least now I know it is not just the straight guys with attitude. Please, DC men, gay, straight, whatever, lose the arrogant attitude and learn some social skills! Get a personality and learn how to talk like a normal person! Yikes.

DC Hater - 26
Let me start off by saying - DC is no New York - No shit buddy. Does this surprise you? How can you compare the two? More people in NYC, more to do, more options, better restaurants, blah blah blah. Who doesn't know this?

And New York is not racially segregated? The last time I was in Manhattan, I saw fewer African Ammericans than I do on my walk to work in DC each morning. I wasn't in Harlem, but you act as though NYC is not overly gentrified with wealthy whites. Give me a break.

I'm glad you can focus on the positive aspects of your time here - too bad it only garnered a sentence or two in your tired rant. Try focusing inward regarding your tirade, as opposed to this city, as the issue may be with you. There is quite a diverse group of people here, and to suggest they are all boring-ass bureucrats is just plain wrong.

Don't get pissed at the district because you can't find a date here. And when I move to NYC maybe we'll run into each other. Hopefully the anger management therapy is working by then.

Y'know the whole "DC/NYC" comparison thing gets on my nerves. NYC is what? 7 times larger than the Metro Area? It stands to reason that it will have more options.

I finally visited NYC last year (or was it the year before). And, it's a nice place. Fun. Good shops. Nice restaurants. Of course, it's not all sunshine and daffodils. NYC has it's share of pretentious, preening queens and -horror upon horrors- big-haired girls from New Jersey. A dirth of free musuems. Crime. Pollution. Urine-drenched subway trains.

All places have strengths and weaknesses. The goal for living successfully in any of them is to ferret out the good while mitigating the bad. Cranky New Yorker may want to consider doing that next time he visits a new city.

Residual Crankiness

I'm still a little cranky from the phone conversation from last night (see previous entry).

Y came over around 9. We watched a DVD, Talledega Nights. Cute movie. Sometimes funny. I rented it on my brother's recommendation. I should have known better.

After the movie, we had a little fun. Y needed to do some reading for school. I went to bed. This morning, more fun was had. Then, I rushed around trying to get ready for work.

I might not see Y again until next week. Tonight, he has a condo board meeting. After the meeting, he is going out with one of his exes. [I admit this is causing a slight twinge or two of discomfort ... This is the ex prior to the ex before me. The ex who had his heart broken by Y, according to Ray, at least. It's been over a year (I think), so maybe all wounds have healed.] Tomorrow morning, he leaves for New York City to meet his dad, who is flying in from Israel.

I'm thinking of finally getting internet at home. Has anyone used RCN? Complaints? Praise?

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Does This Mean We Won't Be Invited Back?

“There’s no easy way to say this,” she said over the phone. “But, some people said your behavior at the barbeque was inappropriate.”

“What? I didn’t think we did anything offensive,” I replied. My mind raced through my Inappropriate Behavior Checklist: Peeing off the balcony? Nope. Drunken, racist remarks? Nope. Butt sex in the bathroom? Ha. I wish. Ha. Kidding. Nope. Deep, passionate kissing? Nope. Groping? Nope. As the homosexual couple representatives at an otherwise very hetero-gathering, I was very aware to not be overly … emotive. What the hell did we do?

“Well, there were children present. And one of the parents mentioned to [the hostess] that Y was sitting on your lap.”

OMG! A man sitting on another man’s lap at a table where there were no other chairs! The horror! And, EEK! I may have had my arms around him. And I may have pecked him on the cheek once or twice (or three times, I can’t remember).

Won’t someone think of the children?
Won’t someone?
Won’t someone explain to the children that not all relationships are just like their parents‘?
Won’t someone take the time to do that rather than castigate two people who were enjoying each other’s company (rather chastely, I might add)?

The more I think about this, the more upset I become. I called Y and ranted to him for a bit. “How does your friend feel about it,” he asked.


I didn’t even think to ask her. I was a bit too taken aback to think clearly. Reflecting back on the conversation, she seemed to be merely conveying a message, rather than her own feelings. But, I don’t know. I need to find out.

Gin on the Brain

Here is the list of the NY Time's Top 10 Gins (for martinis):

Plymouth English Gin ***1/2
Junipero Anchor Distillery ***
Cadenhead's Old Raj Dry Gin ***
Seagram's Extra Dry **1/2
Tanqueray London Dry Gin **1/2
Hendrick's **1/2
Gordon's London Dry **1/2
Bombay Sapphire London Dry **
Quintessential London Dry **
Martin Miller's London Dry **

Mmm. Gin. Who wants a martini?
*raises hand*

In other exciting news, my parents just sent me a new set of towels. So soft. So pea green. Yay parents! [but couldn't they have sprung for 2 sets? I know, I know, I always want more.]

Stood Up, Kittens! Stood. UP!

Y and I were supposed to go out to dinner last night, but he called on his way home from work saying he was very tired and wanted to take a nap. Thus, we decided to postpone our dinner date, and he would come over later for ... er ... dessert.

He never came over.

I'm assuming that he either never got up from his nap ... or he is dead. Those will be the only 2 acceptable excuses.

At the likker store yesterday, I decided to buy Juniper Green Organic Gin (Is everything Organic these days?). It was on sale ... and they were out of Plymouth. I don't think Juniper was on the NYT List (but I can't find my copy to confirm that information).

It made a very smooth martini, but wasn't as flavorful as I was expecting.

While sipping on my ORGANIC martini, I made infused vodka. I sliced up a lemon. Then, I peeled and sliced some ginger. I put it all in a glass container and poured in the vodka (Smirnoff). Now comes the hard part ... the waiting. It should take about a week for all the infusy goodness to happen.

After that, I knitted. And watched DVDs. And, then, my friend, Kristen, who moved to Washington last month, called and we talked for over an hour.

It was nearly 11 when she hung up, and I realized that Y wasn't coming. *sniff*

So I went to bed.
Bed is good.
I like bed.

No exciting plans for today, other than laundry.
And I'd better be getting some sex tonight. *wink*

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Cometh the Storm

A thunderstorm passed.
One more brews in the distance.
Where's my martini?

Ah ... cryptic haiku, how I love thee.

I'm off to the likker store after work to buy more gin and vermouth. Yay. I'm gradually working my way through the NYT's best gin list. Fun fun fun.

Oh ... and I'm going to attempt to make ginger/lemon-infused vodka tonight. Wish me luck.

*woot* We Have Titles

From the Blogger Status page:
Monday, July 09, 2007

Some users are reporting that they are unable to enter titles for their posts. We are currently investigating this problem and working on a fix. In the meantime, please try moving your mouse pointer to the top edge of the title field instead of positioning the pointer at the center of the title field, in order to select the title field and enter a title for your post.

Now, go read my previous -and much much more interesting- post ...

Single White Female

This not-able-to-type-titles thing is really wearing on my nerves.

Anyway, first, a few snippets of fun little doodads ...

1. Y forwarded an email to me in which some school at UMD needs white females between the ages of 18-30 to participate in a research study on stress. UMD will pay $350 for a screening interview and two performance sessions. Y asked if I knew anyone who would be interested. After racking my brain for a good 10 minutes, do you know how many white female friends I have under the age of 30 (actually any age)?


Give up?


That seems ... well ... odd. So, if any of you are white, female, under thirty and in the area [and interested in making a quick $350 that doesn't involve having sex with senators], contact me and I'll forward the information to you.

2. A funny article in today's WaPo Express ... "They're Ancient Sumerian Fertility Symbols, Darn It!" in which a town in Oregon has had complaints about 52 cement posts used to protect pedestrians from traffic and costing $20K. People think the "cylindrical, rounded-top posts resemble male genitalia."

The kicker was the final sentence: "If that doesn't look better, Eppley says, they'll swallow the considerable cost and take them down." *heh*

That made me giggle this morning on the metro ride to work. [Here's an article with photo]

3. Children of the 80s this is for you:

At the AFI Silver ... Totally Awesome Films of the 80s! Pretty in Pink! Purple Rain! Blue Velvet! Say -fucking- Anything! *squeal*

OK. Enough of that ...

So, last night was fun. I went over to Y's to make dinner. I get there and am unpacking all the ingredients which I schlepped over from Silver Spring. Lime. Red chili pepper. Cucumber. Shallot. Tofu. Mushrooms. Green squash. Coconut milk. Red curry paste. Vinegar. Rice. Rice? Rice?!?! Where's the forking RICE?

GAH! And, of course, Y doesn't have any rice. GAH! After throwing together the cucumber salad and placing it in the fridge, we headed to the store. To buy rice. Only. Right?


Y is almost as bad at shopping as Mike. So. FRUSTRATING. I wanted rice. I wanted in. I wanted out. I wanted to go home and cook. Y wanted to buy fruit. and vegetables. and look cinnamon! and ooooh ... how 'bout some wine? and ice cream? Should I buy a watermelon [which inspired a cellphone pic to prove how RIGHT I AM]?

It's 9-friggin'-o'clock! I'm hungry. My blood sugar was low. Vuboq was getting CRANKY!!!!!

We finally checked out and I could start cooking dinner ... but we didn't eat until nearly 10. The curry, though, was fantastic. Have I mentioned that I make a kick-ass Thai curry? Have I? If not, I do!

After curry (and gin and tonics. mmm.), we ate coffee ice cream. yum. Then, we hit the shower (mmm. shower sex) and I went to bed. Y needed to finish up some work.

Up this morning for a quickie. Then off to work. And here I am. Ready to take on the day.

As for the missing rice? I think I must have left it at home. Alas. I also think I left the a/c on. At least my pussy had a comfortable air-conditioned night (and day).

Monday, July 09, 2007

VUBOQ can still NOT clickyclickyclicketyclick in the "Title" field, which is making him v. frustrated. Also, flickr is operating at the Speed of One Thousand Galloping Land Snails.

Thus, the title of this post , which was originally going to be

Because BOSSY Asked and I Have to Do Everything She Asks Because She Is BOSSY

is, now, cleverly titled:


Here are pictures of my hair:


AFTER Side View:

(notice the kissable lips and blotchy skin ... i'm sure the skin blotches are from the poor quality of the lens and not an indicator of real life blotchiness)

AFTER Back View:

Not bad for $25, huh? [Plus, a substantial tip, because I *heart* Leah the Stylist]

In other news, I will be going to Y's tonight for dinner. I'm going to make a yummy Thai curry and a refreshingly light and simple cucumber salad. Mmmm. Mmmm. Don't you wish you were dating me so I would cook yummy meals for you?

You know you do.
Hm. Very odd. I'm unable to give this post a title. It's not letting me clickyclickclickety in the "Title" field. Weird.

Thus, this post shall henceforth be known as

Weekend Update: I Can't Give This Post a Title Edition

Don't you feel better for knowing that?

So ... Friday, after work, I met Mike, Tomoko, and Y in Dupont Circle. We walked up to the opening of a gallery exhibition of recent artist school grads from the area. It was packed. And hot. And full of, not bad art per se, rather art that just seemed done. As in, haven't I seen most of this somewhere before? art. Furthermore, I don't know if the gallery was trying to be all hip-trendy-emo or if it was broke, but the free booze offered was ... um ... PBR. *ugh* As I told Mike, "I didn't even drink PBR when I was poor(er)."

After we left the gallery, we walked over to the Beacon Hotel for drinks on their rooftop. They didn't have any happy hour specials. Fortunately, as I was perusing their booze list, I saw hidden amongst the Tanqueray and the Bombay Sapphire, a sparkling gem of expensive gin, Hendrick's. I immediately gave Tomoko the head's up, "Grrrrl ... we gotsta order a Hendrick's martini. It was highly rated by the NY Times AND costs like $40 for a fifth."

We were not disappointed. I think I had a gin orgasm. Not bad for $11.

For dinner, we originally were headed to DIK, but got sidetracked by Bua Thai. Mmm. Drunken noodle.

Once back at my place, Y and I watched My Super Ex-Girlfriend, which while not fantastic, wasn't completely horrible either. Then, we had lots of sex and went to bed. *yay*

Saturday morning (after some quick morning sex), I went to my hair appointment. My best friend from college, Isa, was in town for work, so I called her after my appointment to see when we could meet up. We decided it would be best to meet for dinner, so I headed back to my apartment. Y and I had lunch and, then, um, more sex. *sigh*

He left in the late afternoon to get some work done at his place.

On the way to meet Isa at 6:30, I stopped by the Best Buy and -am very excited about this- bought Tomb Raider I and II for ONLY $13! *woot*

I met Isa at 4912, a very yummy Thai restaurant near her hotel. Her coworkers decided they would rather eat at *shudder* the Cheesecake Factory. Our food was excellent. I haven't been to 4912 in years, so I'm glad that it is still good ... and reasonably priced. We had 3 drinks, an appetizer, 2 entrees, 2 desserts, and 2 coffees for $50 (not including tip). I think that's a bargain.

I went home and watched Tomb Raider. *heh*

Sunday, I did lots of blobbing around the house. And some knitting. I worked on the Oscar Project until I ran out of yarn. Then, I started knitting something which may be a blog prize in the near future ... I watched movies. I ate. And that was about it.

Lessee ... today is Meat-Free Monday. Why not have a meat-free meal today and do your part in helping the environment?

I think I might go over to Y's after work today. Maybe make him dinner or something. He's been working hard on some big research project for the past couple of days.

Friday, July 06, 2007

The Oscar Project - Update

I've been knitting at work again ... but only because it's *so* busy here.
And I realized I haven't updated you on the Oscar Project recently. So, here's a photo:

HAHA. Psyche!

I still don't have my phone charger (*glares at Y*). My phone hasn't been charged since Wednesday afternoon. Thus, we are still in Phone-Battery-Conservation Mode. No photos.

Instead, I have drawn you a picture:

Blanket measures approximately 3 ft. x 1.5 ft.

Public Service Announcement

I've been looking for fun free stuff to do this Summer and here are some options for my fellow DC/Metro Area-ites [I almost typed "DC/ Metro Areans" but that sounded a bit too Third Reich for my taste]:


The annual Screen on the Green festival brings free films to the Mall on Monday nights, where they're shown on a giant 20-by-40-foot screen between Fourth and Seventh Streets. The films begin at dusk, or roughly between 8:30 and 9. Viewers often arrive as early as 5, so plan to get there well in advance. If there's inclement weather, screenings may be canceled. Call 877-262 5866. The schedule is:

July 16: "Annie Hall" (1977)
July 23: "The Thing (From Another World)" (1951)
July 30: "Wait Until Dark" (1967)
Aug. 6: "All the King's Men" (1949)
Aug. 13: "Casablanca" (1942)

VUBOQ is all about The Thing (From Another World) and CASABLANCA BITCHES!!!

Busy on Monday evenings? How are your Thursdays?

July 12, 7 PM, Outdoor Concert
Afro-Portuguese Baila from Sri Lanka: The Gypsies Band
Art Night Dance and Music Concert
Arthur M. Sackler Gallery and Freer Gallery of Art
Location: Freer steps (if inclement weather, in the Meyer Auditorium)

Enjoy the infectious rhythms and light-hearted melodies of baila music performed by the Gypsies Band, the most popular baila group in Sri Lanka. Probably originating among African slaves during the colonial era, baila melds its African and Portuguese foundations with influences as diverse as calypso and mariachi. Its inventive lyrics address social issues, historical legacies, and contemporary events in biting yet humorous fashion. Note: If inclement weather, seating in the Meyer Auditorium will be on a first-come, first-served basis.
July 19, 7 PM, Performance
Capoeira: Afro-Brazilian Martial Arts
Art Night Dance and Music Performance
Arthur M. Sackler Gallery and Freer Gallery of Art
Location: Freer, Meyer Auditorium
Free, but tickets required; see Note

Experience the grace of the Afro-Brazilian martial arts game-dance form capoeira that dates to the arrival of African slaves in Brazil in the 16th century. The Washington-area chapter of International Capoeira Angola Foundation demonstrates the duels of the game circle (roda) as they are accompanied by chants and an ensemble of musical bows (berimbaus), conga drums, basket rattles (caxixi), bells, scrapers, and tambourines.Note: Free tickets (up to 4 per person) can be reserved in advance through Ticketmaster at 202-397-7328 or 800-551-7328 beginning at 10 AM two Mondays before the event. A small handling fee is applied. Tickets (up to 2 per person) will also be available at the auditorium door 1 hour before the event begins on a first-come, first-served basis.

VUBOQ notes ... if they are as hot as the guys in the Capoeira porn videos, I am so there. Um ... er ... wait ... as hot as I've heard people say they are in the porn videos. Really. I have no personal Capoeira porn video-watching experience. Honest. *shifty eyes*

August 16,
5-6:30 PM Take Five!
Smithsonian American Art Museum
Location: 2nd Floor, Portico Cafe (weather permitting)

Hear live jazz by Sounds Good outside at the Portico Cafe, where food and beverages are available for purchase.
You're welcome. Now, go forth and get thee some culture.


The weekend rapidly approaches, and I have no firm plans.

Which is just odd (for me), and it leaves me feeling slightly adrift.

Mike and I talked about going to happy hour tonight - either at our old standby, Halo, or possibly the BeaconHotel's Terrace Bar or Y suggested going to a gallery exhibition opening.

Saturday, I have a hair appointment. Yay. Cut. No color this time. My best friend from my college daze, Isa, will be in town. We are supposed to meet at some point to do something. Afternoon margaritas? Museums? Her father, who passed away last Fall, was a Korean War veteran, so she might want to go visit that memorial.

The Hippo, a club in Baltimore, is celebrating its 35th anniversary on Saturday night, and, last week, we briefly talked about going there. However, I don't think that is going to happen ... unless it is totally spur of the moment.

No plans for Sunday either. Maybe a day of relaxing. Or perhaps catching a movie.

Last night, I did nothing of interest (as usual, the snarkier amongst you might add). I did one load of laundry. I ate leftover couscous salad. I whipstitched my wallet together (thanks for the linky goodness, Lakeman from WI). The wallet, it is seeming kind of flimsy and not quite big enough (even though I checked my gauge and everything). Tomorrow, I may take it for a test ride to see if I want to make a few more as Xmas presents.

If not, I have no idea what I'm going to knit for the male family members this year.

I haven't talked about my gardening adventures lately. Nothing seems to be growing. *sniff*

The peppers I planted in the planter with compost are growing the best. The 2 pepper plants I left indoors are looking well (if slightly chewed by Isabella). All the other pepper seedlings look exactly the same. No growth whatsoever. And the tomato plant I got from Sarah just looks yellow and sad. *sigh*

The Black Thumb strikes again. *sigh again*

Thursday, July 05, 2007

Knit Wallet!

I just finished knitting all the bits and bobs [billfold, 2 large pockets, 1 medium pocket] for a knit wallet. Now, I need to figure out how to do "whip stitching" so I can sew it all together.

I'd post a photo, but I left my phone charger at Y's house. I'm in Phone-Battery-Conservation Mode until it is returned.

This is the yarn I used:

Berrocco "Suede" Yarn. Color: Sangria. Image: Yarnmarket.com
Pattern from Knitting with Balls.

Independenced Out

Tuesday ... after work, I went home, gave the cat lots of food and water, packed an overnight bag, and headed over to Y's. On the way, I stopped at the Whole Paycheck to buy the fixin's for pasta salad.

I got to Y's around 6ish. We fooled around. I took a nap. Around 10, we headed into the District to meet Tomoko. Mike decided not to join us because he was feeling fat. Whatevs. We met Tomoko at Cobalt around 10:45, but -because of that club's mysterious shoe policy- they would not admit her.

According to Darryl (who I saw at the BBQ yesterday), spiked heels are weapons. Of course, I was thinking "Isn't the knife in my sock more dangerous than a 1-inch heel?"

Anyway, the bouncer at the door said to Tomoko, "You can go down to CVS and buy flip-flops."
Tomoko, with a look of absolute horror on her face replied, "I'd rather go home than wear flip-flops." [or something to that effect] She turned and left.

And, now, I could insert a rant on this being one of the reasons the DC shoe scene is so sad and pitiable; however, I won't ... suffice it to say that DC's shoe scene is sad. And pitiable.

Y and I called her and said we would go to Halo, where her fabulous dress and shoes would be more appreciated. After a round of drinks (thanks, Tomokito!), we walked her to the Metro Station and then headed back to Cobalt.

The line? It was around the block, stretching almost to 16th Street. And not moving. We decided not to squeeze ourselves into the bar and returned to Y's house ...

... to have more fun than can be had in public.

Independence Day morning, we woke up surrounded by presents! Our stockings were overflowing with toys and candy! Santa Claus had come!

Oh, wait. Wrong holiday. Um.

Independence Day morning, we woke up ... and had sex.

Then, we blobbed around. OK. I blobbed around. Y studied. Around noonish, I started throwing together the pasta salad. YUM.

We left for the BBQ around 3.

The BBQ was fun. It was at Kelly's new home in Upper Marlboro. Her house is GIGANTIC. 2 floors, finished basement, 5 bedrooms, 8000 bathrooms, soaring cathedral ceiling in the living room. Of course, Practical VUBOQ was all "Wow! This is beautiful. It's going to cost a fortune to heat in the winter."

It was good to see everyone. I can't remember the last time I saw Christal and the gang. Darryl's been incognito since April. Fun times were had. Much food was eaten. Many trendy malt beverages were drank. We left around 8:30PM. As we left, I told Christal, "I think this is the first time I've ever left one of your parties before midnight."

We drove back to my house, where we watched a movie John Tucker Must Die ... which was surprisingly kinda cute. Then, rather than watch fireworks, we made our own.

Much. More. Fun.

I so did not want to get out of bed this morning, but I did. And here I am. At work. It's going to be a slow slow boring day, I'm sure.

Please entertain me by updating your blogs often! Thanks. *smooches*

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

[Insert Fireworks Display Here]

Have a happy Independence Day!

I'll be barbequing in the Southern Hinterlands of Maryland.

Bloggery goodness returns on Thursday.

*red white and blue smooches*

What One Thinks About When One is Awake from 1:30AM to 4:30AM

Especially when that One is me ...

Why am I awake?
I'm thirsty.
I should be asleep.
Why am I not asleep?
It's dark.
I'm thirsty.
I have to use the bathroom.
This sheet is too heavy.
The room is too warm.
This pillow is too thick.
Shouldn't I be asleep now?
The #52 keeps popping into my head.
I used to live near Highway 52.
Back in high school.
I hated high school.
There were some cute boys in high school though.
And some mean ones.
And some cute mean ones.
Like the one who sat beside me in band class.
What was his name?
Maybe it was Jay.
It could have been something else though.
He was cute.
But mean.
I hope he is fat and bald now.
I bet he is.
Cute mean boys in high school should all be fat and bald now.
I hope they are.
Especially because I'm not.
Fat and bald, that is.
I'm still cute.
And not mean. Usually.
I am balding though.
Stupid genes.
Shouldn't I be asleep by now?
I'm thirsty.

Meat-Free Monday: Food Porn Edition

Last night, I attempted a recipe posted by the food goddess, Pesky Mac:

Cucumber-Feta Salsa

4 oz. crumbled feta cheese
2 Tbsp. lemon juice
1/4 tsp. black pepper
2 large cucumbers, seeded and cubed
1 c. chopped red onion
3 Tbsp. chopped fresh dill

- Combine feta, lemon juice, and pepper; partially smoosh it all together.
- Add remaining ingredients; mix well. Serve with tortilla chips.

Of course, I forgot to buy dill. And, Whole Paycheck didn't have any red onions (what up with that, WP?). They were also calling the cucumbers from Georgia "locally grown." Um. Yeah. Why don't I just pop on over to Georgia and pick my own? Freaks.

So, instead of dill, I substituted lemon zest and dried thyme. I also used a white onion (which was strooooooooooooong. *whew*).

And, here's my photo, which I am calling Amateur Food Porn:


And, here's the link to Pesky Mac's Professional Food Porn.

See the difference?
Although not as pretty, my version was still totally yum!

In other news, I am exhausted. For some reason, I was awake from about 1:30 to 4:30 this morning. In bed. Staring at the ceiling. So. Much. Fun.

At least my boss is letting us leave at 3:30 today so I can go home to take a nap. Yay.

Possibly more later. *smooches*

Monday, July 02, 2007

Spot the Horrible Blemish ...

... and the Very Cute (But Really Gay) Earring

(Photo Credit: Tomokito)

This entry is nothing but an excuse to post a cute photo (IMHO) of Y and me.

I am craving strawberries. I hope they are on special at Whole Foods. It's a new month. I can afford to buy *real* groceries again. Yay.

I am also nearly out of vermouth. Life is so cruel. I hope I have enough to make a martini tonight. If not, I may be knocking on someone's door: "Excuse me, may I borrow an ounce of dry vermouth?"

Weekend Update: Saturday Afternoon Margaritas: Baltimore Edition 2

Pictures are worth a thousand words, so here's a really long entry:
A few more photos are posted on Flickr.
Kittens, I am exhausted. I didn't get out of bed until 6PM on Sunday. *rowr*
*smooches* More later ...
updated to note: Tomokito has uploaded some photos here. [Good Lord, I am C-U-T-E!]